The Angels of Light Sing: 'Other People'
Kitty Magik | Adam Gnade
A flourishing, organic, earthy acoustic symphony...Thirty acoustic guitars plucking away at once! Choir harmonies floating like haints over Michael Gira's (ex Swans) rusty, rustic swamp baritone! Glockenspiel that bursts and thunders and cascades like water through the busted sluiceway gates of a river dam! Casio over bass over banjo! Cello! Sax! Hawwmonica! Argh! Shit just tears me apart and pummels my guts like brass knuckles! A flourishing, organic, earthy acoustic symphony that has the palpable potency of Spring air, fragrant with nasturtiums and filled with buzzing bees! And then, like La Llorona or a mick banshee, Gira comes moaning outta the depths of fucking HELL singing "Come home to Purple Creek/come home to Purple Creek/come home to Purple Creek" and fuckin' shit, I'm there. We're all there. We are. Our arms are linked and we're armed tothe teeth and we are... weeping! Whew! Yes!